At these moments, we, as football journalists, are supposed to have new and original things to say. Yet by now, you have heard it all before.
Yes, we know, the Glazers.
Yes, we know, Manchester United’s policy and execution of recruitment baffles the life out of both their rivals and their supporters.
Yes, we know, David De Gea is not adept at playing out from the back.
Yes, we know, Harry Maguire’s confidence has reached a point of startling anxiety.
Yes, we know, Fred is not the Fabinho or Rodri that United require to instil balance into the team.
Yes, we know, Bruno Fernandes’ form has fallen off a cliff and he now overcompensates with a single-man press, chaotic attempts at Hollywood passing and tedious handwaving at referees, his team-mates, himself and any other being that blurs into sight.
Yes, we know, that Jadon Sancho and Marcus Rashford flit meaninglessly in and out of games, leaving supporters envisioning only what we imagine they might be, yet it is not what they have demonstrated in front of our very eyes for over a year now.
Yes, we know, Cristiano Ronaldo’s most recent episodes of self-importance have left everyone suspecting that he would rather be just about anywhere else than wearing the lime green cocktail number that qualifies as United’s new away kit.
Yes, we know, Donny van de Beek only appears from the United substitute bench after the clock has passed the 80-minute mark.